We leave for Barcelona, Spain on Saturday with Stephanie and Nicky. We have our whole week planned with 4 hour walking tours just about every day. I've already been wondering if I'll be able to keep up. Well, it didn't help that this happened:
The next morning, I could not even touch them Right away, I'm thinking, "ohmygosh! I've broken more toes!" I could not put on the walking shoes I'd planned to wear in Barcelona. I'm feeling a little panicky. I pulled out a pair of flats and was able to get them on. They hurt and caused me to limp, but I really had no choice. I figured I would just slip my shoe off during bridge and hope that they would recover.
All of a sudden in the afternoon, I realized that I had forgotten to take off my shoe, but it didn't seem to be hurting. By the time I got home, my toes felt almost better. I could touch them without pain. So now, other than the little piggy that "had none" (come on, you can figure it out---it's next to the one that went "wee wee wee all the way home") is all black and blue.
Butch was very apologetic and felt bad. Thank God I didn't fall down!! I'm such a faller.
I woke up this morning and can walk and move it without pain. It only hurts when I press it, so it's just a bruise now. Yippee! I'm back in business!
Bring it on Barcelona! I'm ready---even if I didn't do what I should have done to prepare---translate---I should have been on that treadmill. Heck, if it's too much, I'll just park myself in the Sagrada!
If time permits, I'll be blogging from Spain!!